Oh! remember gallant Jackson, _Single-handed_ in the fight, Death-blows dealt the fierce marauder, For his liberty and right; Tho' he fell beneath their _thousands_, Who that covets not his fame?

Grand and glorious, brave and n.o.ble, Henceforth shall be Jackson's name.

Sons of freedom, can you linger When you hear the battle's roar, Fondly dallying with your pleasures When the foe is at your door?

Never! no! we fear no idlers, "Death or freedom"'s now the cry, 'Till the _stars_ and _bars_, triumphant, Spread their folds to every eye.

_Richmond Whig._

"CALL ALL! CALL ALL!"

BY "GEORGIA."

Whoop! the Doodles have broken loose, Roaring round like the very deuce!

Lice of Egypt, a hungry pack,-- After 'em, boys, and drive 'em back.

Bull-dog, terrier, cur, and fice, Back to the beggarly land of ice; Worry 'em, bite 'em, scratch and tear Everybody and everywhere.

Old Kentucky is caved from under, Tennessee is split asunder, Alabama awaits attack, And Georgia bristles up her back.

Old John Brown is dead and gone!

Still his spirit is marching on,-- Lantern-jawed, and legs, my boys, Long as an ape's from Illinois!

Want a weapon? Gather a brick, Club or cudgel, or stone or stick; Anything with a blade or b.u.t.t, Anything that can cleave or cut.

Anything heavy, or hard, or keen!

Any sort of slaying machine!

Anything with a willing mind, And the steady arm of a man behind.

Want a weapon? Why, capture one!

Every Doodle has got a gun, Belt, and bayonet, bright and new; Kill a Doodle, and capture _two_!

Shoulder to shoulder, son and sire!

All, call all! to the feast of fire!

Mother and maiden, and child and slave, A common triumph or a single grave.

_Rockingham, Va., Register._

THE ORDERED AWAY.

_Dedicated to the Oglethorpe and Walker Light Infantries._

BY MRS. J. J. JACOBUS.

At the end of each street, a banner we meet, The people all march in a ma.s.s, But quickly aside, they step back with pride, To let the brave companies pa.s.s.

The streets are dense filled, but the laughter is still'd-- The crowd is all going one way; Their cheeks are blanched white, but they smile as they light Lift their hats to the--Ordered away.

They smile while the dart deeply pierces their heart, But each eye flashes back the war-glance, As they watch the brave file march up with a smile, 'Neath their flag--with their muskets and lance; The cannon's loud roar vibrates on the sh.o.r.e, _But the people are quiet to-day_, As, startled, they see how fearless and free March the companies--Ordered away.

Not a quiver or gleam of fear can be seen, Though they go to meet death in disguise; For the hot air is filled with poison distilled 'Neath the rays of fair Florida's skies.

Hark! the drum and fife awake to new life The soldiers who--"Can't get away;"

Who _wish_, as they wave their hats to the brave, That _they_ were the--Ordered away.

As _our_ parting grows near, let us quell back the tear, Let our smiles shine as bright as of yore; Let us stand with the ma.s.s, salute as they pa.s.s, And weep when we see them no more.

Let no tear-drop or sigh dim the light of our eye, Or move from our lips, as they say-- While waving our hand to a brave little band-- Good-by to the--Ordered away.

Let them go, in G.o.d's name, in defense of their _fame_, Brave death at the cannon's wide mouth; Let them honor and save the land of the brave, Plant Freedom's bright flag in the _South_.

Let them go! While we weep, and lone vigils keep, We will bless them, and fervently pray To the G.o.d whom we trust, for our cause firm but just, And our loved ones--the Ordered away.

When fierce battles storm, we will rise up each morn, Teach our young sons the saber to wield: Should their brave fathers die, we will arm _them_ to fly And fill up the gap in the field.

Then, fathers and brothers, fond husbands and lovers, March! march bravely on! _We_ will stay, Alone in our sorrow, to pray on each morrow For our loved ones--the Ordered away.

AUGUSTA, GA., _April 2, 1861_.

THE MARTYR OF ALEXANDRIA.

BY JAMES W. SIMMONS.

Revealed, as in a lightning flash, A Hero stood!

The invading foe, the trumpet's crash, Set up his blood!

High o'er the sacred pile that bends Those forms above, Thy Star, O Freedom! brightly blends Its rays with Love.

The banner of a mighty race Serenely there Unfurls--the genius of the place, And haunted air!

A vow is registered in heaven-- Patriot! 'twas thine To guard those matchless colors, given By hand divine.

Jackson! thy spirit may not hear The wail ascend!

A nation bends above thy bier, And mourns its friend.

Thy example is thy monument; In organ tones Thy name resounds, with glory blent, Prouder than thrones!

And they whose loss has been our gain-- A People's care Shall win their hearts from pain, And wipe the tear.

When time shall set the captive free, Now scathed by wrath, Heirs of his immortality, Bright be their path.

INDIANOLA, TEXAS.